Ere now he’d been mine,
But oh! he’s far over the sea, O.
Should he fall by commotion,
Or sink in the ocean,
(May sick tidings ne’er come to the Key, O)
I could ne’er mair be glad,
For the loss of my lad
Wad break my poor heart, and I’d dee, O!
O my sweet laddie, &c.
But should my dear tar